User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141111003147/@comment-32303-20141113003421

Malachi MacDougall raises himself slightly, glances quickly over the wall, then drops back down into a crouch with a soft growl. "Ah dinnae ken what the scum's plannin', ah'd feel mair at ease ef ah did. . ." ''the Highlander thinks to himself in a soft whisper, shifting restlessly from footpaw to footpaw. He reaches behind him and closes a paw around the hilt of the claymore strapped over his back, but doesn't draw it.'' "Ashes. . . Ah need tae blacken mah blade sae they cannae see et shinin. . .ef ah draw et an' et shines, et's like wavin' a sign for the scum tae attack."